His eyebrows rose. "That so?"
"Fifty percent off. And I've never actually tried any of the products." I bit my lip. "Never had a reason to."
His gaze heated. "You want to experiment?"
"The inventory isn't going anywhere. And we're still snowed in." I took a breath, committing to this new version of myself. "Unless you're too tired—"
"I could go all night with the right motivation." His hand cupped my face. "And you are definitely the right motivation."
I laughed, feeling nothing like the shy librarian who fumbled through conversations. "What should we try first?"
He looked around the shop, considering. "You're the expert. What did you always wonder about?"
I thought about all the products I'd stocked, read about, handled with professional detachment. "The massage oil. The edible kind. I always wondered if it actually tastes good or if that's just marketing."
"Let's find out." He located the peppermint oil we'd inventoried earlier, reading the label. "Says it warms on contact and tastes like candy cane."
"Very festive."
"Where do you want me to put it?"
The question, combined with the way he was looking at me, sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I was still sensitive from our first time, but I wanted more. Wanted to explore everything with him.
"Everywhere?" I suggested.
His grin was downright wicked. "I like how you think."
He warmed the oil in his hands, then started at my shoulders, working it into my skin with firm strokes. The peppermint scent filled the air, and the warming sensation spread across my skin.
"That feels amazing."
He worked lower, over my collarbones, across my chest. When he massaged the oil into my breasts, the warming sensation combined with his touch made me moan.
"Sensitive here," he noted, circling my nipples. Then he leaned down and licked one.
"Oh God."
"You're right. Tastes like candy cane." He did it again, and pleasure shot straight between my legs. "Sweet and minty."
He continued his exploration, oil-slicked hands learning every curve, every dip. When he reached my thighs, he pushed them apart.
"Here too?" His fingers hovered near my center.
"Yes."
Instead of his hand, he dripped the oil directly onto my clit. The warming sensation was immediate and intense, and I gasped.
"Too much?"
"No. Just... intense."
He leaned down, his tongue following the path of the oil, licking and sucking until I was writhing beneath him.
"Sweet," he murmured against me. "Like Christmas candy."
His fingers slipped inside me while his mouth worked my clit, and I was so sensitive, so ready, that I came apart almost immediately.
"That's three," he said when I could breathe again, kissing his way back up my body.
